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Documenting not dying since October 2013.

The 27th & 28th; Feel like garbage.

The 27th & 28th; Feel like garbage.

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The 27th of January. Long days and late nights do not suit me. It took me ages to go to sleep because I was so cold, so I've been absolutely exhausted today. 

I got up at half past nine, very reluctantly, and stayed in my pyjamas all morning. I didn't have the energy to engage with This Morning so I let BBC 2 burble in the background while I wrote about yesterday. That took a long time because I was just feeling useless and wretched, and that is why I have not typed it up yet. 

After lunch, we changed the dressing on my arm (small puncture wound, very little to report) and I put on some warm clothes. My arm has not even started to deflate yet and even my big jumpers are getting a bit snug. I had a bit of a lie down but lacking the capability to nap in the day, it doesn't really help, so I came back downstairs and have just been a big floop. 

I answered some Cats Protection emails and spoke to Shaki, but I can't even remember what about now. I might take some Zopiclone tonight and try to have a big sleep. Feel like garbage. 

The 28th of January. 

A sleep has helped. Not back to normal yet but getting there. Another early night will be required. 

Having had Zopiclone, I can barely remember what I've done today. I know I wrote up my blog post about London and my venoplasty (update: still no improvement, fairly sure it's actually getting worse), I went upstairs to unpack my new hairdryer, but other than that, I'm not really sure how I managed to while away the day. 

Definitely no watching of any tv that had to be paid attention to, nor any reading of books. I finished The Man in the High Castle on Wednesday, and I've got The Invention of Numbers out to read next but I haven't started it yet. 

I got in touch with the gym to pause membership again and they've done it for five months, although I can resume it at any time. Frankly I've got no idea when I'll be fit for any kind of activity; I can barely walk from room to room without getting distressingly breathless.

New body please. 

The 29th & 30th; No arm progress.

The 29th & 30th; No arm progress.

The 25th & 26th; Venogram day!

The 25th & 26th; Venogram day!